Richella sent me an email asking me if I was still on the planet. Not really. But her sweet concern for me reminded me of why I love my bloggy friends! I haven't gone anywhere. Well, maybe a little crazy, but that's a given. I thought I'd hop on here and give you a little update about what's happenin'.
Today, they took the Green Big Van away. Kiddo cried. Honestly, so did I (almost).
See, a few weeks ago we were doing this really stupid thing. We were sitting in the turn lane waiting patiently for our green arrow to turn.
What, you were expecting something else?
That's it. That's all we were doing. I was driving Kiddo to a baseball scrimmage when we got stopped at the light at an extremely dangerous intersection. Knowing it was an extremely dangerous intersection makes me use extreme caution. Well, evidently two cars decided they were in an extreme hurry and tried to beat the light. One car was going west, the other car about to turn north on the street I was on.
Here's a math question for you: When a car going west at 40 mph hits a car going north at 20 mph, how long will it take before said cars crash into the green big van sitting still at the red light?
Here's the answer: NOT LONG.
I had the same gut-wrenching reaction as I did when I had an earlier wreck several years ago, which actually prompted the purchase of the GBV. Kiddo was looking down when he heard my gasp. He looked up just in time to see the Mustang that had been hit by the VW Bug slam into our front end. Somehow I calmly grabbed our stuff and got out, trying to calm Kiddo down as well. I didn't fall apart until hours later when Sound Man had gotten us home.
Looking at the pictures, you don't think there's that much damage, but it actually bent the frame, which costs major moolah to fix.
Please excuse the yellow dust which is actually an oak tree pollen/sap mixture that is like concrete when it gets on your car. Oh well...I didn't really see a need in washing the van after the wreck.
Needless to say, they totaled my 12 year old van. Kiddo doesn't really remember any other vehicle. He was only three when we got it, and when I told him the wrecker was outside taking it away he cried. I have to say, as much as I complained about its size, all the stuff wrong with it, etc, etc, I did have a twinge of sadness as I watched the salvage wrecker getting ready to haul it away.
We are going today to look at a car that quite possibly might be its replacement. I'm praying the Lord leads us to just the right one. This one looks promising, and I'll have to tell you why later. It will be an absolute answer to prayer and a "See, I told you to have faith!" from the Lord if we get it. Not that He doesn't say that to me ALL the time, but there was something specific I was praying for.
Dealing with all the insurance companies has been less than thrilling. Having to take a pittance for what my car was worth to me has been more than stressful. All because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I know God has a plan. I can do nothing but trust that He has my best interest at heart. I mean, would my Dad not help me in a situation like this? Yes, he absolutely would. I know that my heavenly Father will do much more than help. He will provide. He has already orchestrated my friend Jennifer buying a new car so that I could borrow her old one.
I'm looking forward to see what comes next.